snivel. splutter. cough.

Joy. Another cold. It doesn’t seem like that long ago that I had one of these, but I’m bursting with germs again. This is what I get for working with the public a few days a week. Nasty, diseased public. Filthy humans…

I’ve just had the groceries delivered, turned on a history programme on the telly, and have dressed in my favourite thing ever: my Earlham College sweatshirt, circa 1989-90. It’s like wearing a hug. I don’t care that the cuffs are split and fraying. I don’t mind the logo fading. It’s shapeless and limp and huge, but this is one article of clothing I will never part with, no matter how many times I’ll need to mend it. We will grow old together…

As for my fav piece of clothing for sick days, it’s an ankle length, way too big, purple and black plaid flannel robe. I’ve had to patch the thing in a few places, but I just can’t part with it. It’s perfect for those days when I’m sure I’m going to die before the day’s done!

Have Neil bake you some brownies–won’t help your cold, but they’ll sure taste good.

Oh no, I guess all the damp air at work didn’t help. My cold kicked in as soon as my holiday started….typical! Think I’m over the worst though, so If you’ve got the same thing, it only lasts a couple of days. Hope you feel better soon. x